When I think of the Imago Dei, how we are made in the image of God
I like to think that skinned knees were part of the package
That Jesus Christ, He had skinned His knees from playing with the neighborhood boys
Or maybe He just spent too much time on His knees in front of His bed talking to His Father
I like to think that Jesus also had a freckle on His left arm just above His wrist
Or that Jesus had a cut on the upper part of His jaw when He shaved for the first time
I like to think that Jesus would think tattoos were cool but would never get them
I like to believe that Jesus loves the phrase “heart on His sleeve” because if He’s anything like me, He too wears His heart on His sleeve
If Jesus is anything like me He suffered from facial erythema from crying too much
I wonder if Jesus had green eyes that had spots of orange and brown when He was happy
I wonder if He understood the tightness of skin when bloating and the sag from starving
I wonder if Jesus ever looked up at the sky in the middle of the storm and saw his favorite color like me
I wonder if Jesus Christ had acne scars on his face
Did Jesus ever pop his knuckles and smile when he heard the noise?
I wonder if Jesus hated the feeling of velvet under his fingertips like me
I’d like to think that Jesus stress bakes, and when his heart breaks he also bakes 9 dozen cookies in the span of two days
I’d like to think that if Jesus is anything like me when he smiles, his eyes grow really squinty and disappear
I also would think that Jesus has a mole on his right thigh, that’s a bit smaller than a dime, he’s had it since birth
I’d like to think that Jesus would flip a table for a good molasses cookie
When He arrives late to the bonfire, Jesus cries when He sees his friends worshiping God
I think Jesus romanticizes life and likes to get coffee by Himself and read the good book
I wonder if Jesus felt guilt
I think Jesus’s love language is Quality time and loves to spend time making baklava with Nana’s
I think Jesus would hate the feeling of clay under His hand but marvel at pottery
I wonder if when he looks at pottery he thinks of His Father’s hands forming us
I like to think that skinned knees were part of the package
That Jesus Christ, He had skinned His knees from playing with the neighborhood boys
Or maybe He just spent too much time on His knees in front of His bed talking to His Father
I like to think that Jesus also had a freckle on His left arm just above His wrist
Or that Jesus had a cut on the upper part of His jaw when He shaved for the first time
I like to think that Jesus would think tattoos were cool but would never get them
I like to believe that Jesus loves the phrase “heart on His sleeve” because if He’s anything like me, He too wears His heart on His sleeve
If Jesus is anything like me He suffered from facial erythema from crying too much
I wonder if Jesus had green eyes that had spots of orange and brown when He was happy
I wonder if He understood the tightness of skin when bloating and the sag from starving
I wonder if Jesus ever looked up at the sky in the middle of the storm and saw his favorite color like me
I wonder if Jesus Christ had acne scars on his face
Did Jesus ever pop his knuckles and smile when he heard the noise?
I wonder if Jesus hated the feeling of velvet under his fingertips like me
I’d like to think that Jesus stress bakes, and when his heart breaks he also bakes 9 dozen cookies in the span of two days
I’d like to think that if Jesus is anything like me when he smiles, his eyes grow really squinty and disappear
I also would think that Jesus has a mole on his right thigh, that’s a bit smaller than a dime, he’s had it since birth
I’d like to think that Jesus would flip a table for a good molasses cookie
When He arrives late to the bonfire, Jesus cries when He sees his friends worshiping God
I think Jesus romanticizes life and likes to get coffee by Himself and read the good book
I wonder if Jesus felt guilt
I think Jesus’s love language is Quality time and loves to spend time making baklava with Nana’s
I think Jesus would hate the feeling of clay under His hand but marvel at pottery
I wonder if when he looks at pottery he thinks of His Father’s hands forming us
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